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I brought the cigarette to my lips.

My fingers danced over the soft grass beneath me.

The smoke left my lungs, flying into the sky along with my thoughts.

Relaxation washed over me, resting my head on the tree that I lean on.

With closed eyes I forgot.

Forgot my pain.

Forgot my love.

Forgot the blonde hair.

The pink cheeks.

Forgot the scent of roses.

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